[Zack De La Rocha:]Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fastRun them, run them, r-run them, run them, f*ck the slow mo

[Killer Mike (El-P):]Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a fckin' look bookEverything I scribble's like The Anarchist Cookbook(Look good, posing in a centerfold of Crook Book)Black on black on black with a ski mask, that is my crook lookHow you like my stylin', bruh? Ain't nobody stylin', bruh'Bout to turn this mothafcka up like Riker's Island, bruhWhere my thuggers and my cripples and my bloodles and my brothers?When you niggas gon' unite and kill the police, mothafckas?Or take over a jail, give those COs hellThe burnin' of the sulfur, God damn I love the smellLike it's a pillow torchin', where the fck the warden?And when you find him, we don't kill him, we just waterboard himWe killin' 'em for freedom cause they tortured us for boredomAnd even if some good ones die, f*ck it, the Lord'll sort 'em

[El-P (Killer Mike):]We out of order, your honor, you're out of orderThis whole court is unimportant, you fckers are walkin' corpsesI'm a flip wig synonym, livin' within distortionI'll bite into a cyanide molar before you whores winI'm a New Yorkian, I fck for the jumpI wear my Yankee so tilted I actually walk with a hunchLook at Mikey, I think he likey, we are sinister sons(Aye, we the type to beat the preacher with a grin and a gun)

[Hook - Zack De La Rocha:]Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fastRun them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run themRun them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fastRun them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them

[El-P (Killer Mike):]A wise man once said, ("We all dead, fck it")Just spit it disgusting youngin', and hold your nuts while you're gunnin'I listened, tatted a sentence on my dick last summerNow I'll never get that phrase off my brain, it's no wonderI'm here to buy hearts, I got hundreds, honeyThe cheaper the parts, the better buy for the moneyI'm trained in vagina whisperin', glistenin'Waitin' for their christenin', I know the neighbors can't help but listen inA dirty boy who come down on a side of dissonanceI can't even relax without sirens off in the distancesNot shittin' you, little buddy, this fckin' island's a prisonThe only silence I have is an act of conjugal visitin'

[Killer Mike (El-P):]My solitary condition's preventin' conjugal visitsGo mane and missin' my misses, they keepin' me from my childrenConditions create a villain, the villain is givin' visionThe vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the viciousLiars and politicians, profiteers of the prisonsThe forehead engravers, enslavers of men and womenIncludin' members of clergy that rule on you through religion(So strippin' kids to the nude and then tell 'em God'll forgive 'em)

[Hook]

[Zack De La Rocha:]It's De La on the cut, liftin' 6 on your stitchy crewI'm miles ahead of you, you can sip my bitches brewMy battle status is burnin' mansions from Dallas to MalibuCheck my résumé, your residence is residueCall her a skin job and my honey dip'll backflip for youYou playin', God your eye sockets, she gon' rip in twoWe sick of bleedin' out a trace, spray a victim, youDone dyin', Phillip AK Dickin' youWith clips in the bottom, we dippin' from GothamYes eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffinI'm a fellow with melanin, suspect of a felonyRipped like Rakim Allah, feds is checkin' my melodyYes aggressively tested we'll bump stretchers and penaltiesDump cases with face and the cop pleas when we seizing a pumpWith reason to dump on you global grand dragonsStill pilin' fast, plus Afghani toe taggin'Now they trackin' me and we bustin' back, seeThe only thing that close quicker than our caskets be the factories

[Hook]

The director A.G. Rojas about the music video:

When Run The Jewels sent me this track, I knew we had the opportunity to create a film that means something. I felt a sense of responsibility to do just that. We had to exploit the lyrics and aggression and emotion of the track, and translate that into a film that would ignite a valuable and productive conversation about racially motivated violence in this country. It's provocative, and we all knew this, so we were tasked with making something that expressed the intensity of senseless violence without eclipsing our humanity. For me, it was important to write a story that didn’t paint a simplistic portrait of the characters of the Cop and Kid. They're not stereotypes. They're people - complex, real people and, as such, the power had to shift between them at certain points throughout the story. The film begins and it feels like they have been fighting for days, they’re exhausted, not a single punch is thrown, their violence is communicated through clumsy, raw emotion. They've already fought their way past their judgments and learned hatred toward one another. Our goal was to highlight the futility of the violence, not celebrate it.

Killer Mike about the music video:

this video represents the futile and exhausting existence of a purgatory-like law enforcement system. There is no neat solution at the end because there is no neat solution in the real world. However, there is an opportunity to dialogue and change the way communities are policed in this country. Salutes to AG Rojas for his unique take on the subject matter and to Shea and Keith for giving us their all and bringing it to life.